When my husband is being a $hit and my kids are being their usual demanding, psychotic selves, Sudoku helps.
Ladies and gents, I have some news. Brace yourselves because it may shock you as much as it shocked me… I looked back on the last few weeks and it turns out – I don’t even know how to say this – I cook a lot.
The only good thing to come out of a year of lockdowns has been the severing of our reliance on restaurants.
I am searching Amazon for punching bags. I’ve narrowed it down to this one and this one. Before you judge me, I was once told by a therapist – with whom I had talked about my husband – to invest in one. Yes. Exactly.
A year into lockdown and I’ve basically given up on my appearance. Although I’m not one to stay in my pyjamas all day, since this last round of restrictions started in December, I have been wearing jeans with the same eight tops on rotation over and over and over again.
I think what killed my mother was having kids.
Chocolate. Mathematics. Bring them together and you’ve got a pretty sweet combination. (Yes, it’s definitely possible that sleep deprivation is messing with my mind.)
Guys. This virus. I can’t even. Instead of writing about New Year’s Resolutions (which are a sign of feeling hopeful) this week, I am wondering what the duck – yes, I said duck – we are in for this year and frankly the rest of our lives.
Tier 4 lockdown. To say I’m annoyed by the situation is a massive understatement. To say I’m struggling with it is a little too honest. Devoid of adult human interaction I’ve started conversations with my husband in the last few days. And then instantly regretted it of course. Even the best couples can only standContinue reading “Bring on the Snake Oil”